People told me it was psychological, and that I was exaggerating whatever bad thing happens on fridays. So I tried not to think about the day of the week, but Fridays somehow managed to remind me they were there, throwing some improbable bad event towards me.

I tried to convince myself mondays sucked, so I could deviate my attention from fridays, and prove it was merely psychological. The comparison chart between ugly mondays (or whatever day of the week) and ugly fridays turned to be ridiculous.

I've come to accept fridays. Try not to worry about them and live them as any other day. And when I stumble in the most strange way/place/moment a human can, I remind to myself "Well, it is friday after all".